Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 46 ~

Morning had never been the same. There's something different about this morning, but I have a hunch it has something to do with the smile on my face. Usually, I feel weak and dizzy every time I wake up. Today, I have woken up with a smile on my face as a constant aromatic reminder that Constance was here with me yesterday. Speaking of aroma, where the hell is Jeremy? I might have shoved him off the bed. Once I've sat up straight, I immediately saw Jeremy lying face-down on the floor. If I hadn't known he is an inanimate object, I could have sworn he will be a frat boy.

I attempt to reach out my hand towards the bedside table to get my charging phone. Part of my brain feeling a tad bit confused on why it is charging even though I don't remember plugging it in. I have a feeling Constance snatch my phone from my pocket while I was typing on the computer. Hopefully, she didn't snoop anything in my phone, and perhaps she decided to just charge my phone. I'll ask her about that later on once I see her, while I give myself a mental note to put a password on my phone. Pressing the power button, my phone's screen light up, showing me... Nothing, not even a single notification about updating my software.

I was about to toss my phone on the bed, but I stopped midway as I felt a vibration from my phone. Immediately checking the notification, it's a text message from Aileen. I was hoping for a text message from Constance, but whatever Aileen's message is, it better be important.

Aileen: Hey, can you check up on Constance for me?

That's a weird request. I type away my response while I stroll my way to the bathroom for my daily hygiene routine. A man got to have his daily hygiene practice like a decent human being. I understand other men get scared that their masculinity might crumble down because of a simple thing called "hygiene", but for me, I don't care, as long as I feel clean.

Me: Why? What's wrong?

I would have typed more words and sentences than that, but I'm quite busy cleaning myself. My phone vibrate against the marble tiles of the side of the sink, and I convince myself that I'll reply back once I'm done taking a warm shower. I wouldn't want to waste my phone getting short-circuit from my wet hands, even though I'm sure my phone is waterproof, I still wouldn't risk it. After the quick shower, I wipe my wet hands with the towel behind the bathroom door before checking the message from Aileen.

Aileen: I'm just worried since she hadn't messaged me good morning.

Me: Does she usually message you good morning every day?

Aileen: YES!

All caps with an exclamation mark gives me the impression that Aileen is getting more worried on every ticking seconds. I did my best to quickly finish up my daily hygiene before heading to my wardrobe in my bedroom for my outfit of the day. I must have been picking my outfit based on what's near me because I found myself staring at a person who's wearing a black olive sweater paired with a dim gray pants. Some people might look at me and say, "That man looks boring." Jokes on them, I have no time for their opinions since Aileen wants me to check on Constance. I'm beginning to feel immense worry in my chest, thinking many possibilities that could happen to Constance. Grabbing a pair of plain white socks, I immediately sat down on the edge of the bed to put on the socks.

Before I could walk my way to the shoe rack, I immediately remember the pair of shoes I've just remove before hopping in the shower. That also made me remember the dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Now I'm all over the place with worry as I make my way back to the bathroom to pick up the dirty clothes and a pair of shoes. Tossing the dirty clothes in the laundry basket—I have no time, if one of the legs of the jeans is hanging on the basket, Constance might be in danger. Walking back to the shoe rack, I place the yesterday pair and pick up a pair of black sneakers with a silver accents.